Oh gentle dark soul
do you feel
the passion rising
Forget the games we play
evocative and enticing
I allow you into
my sacred space
My pearl inviting
Don’t simply kiss me,
plunder my mouth,
pulling me in,
your hand spanning
my chin and neck
leaving your prints,
as you trace a trail down
from between my breasts
your palm
roughly squeezing
my treasured chest
~
I see her hunger
In her words and deeds
My desire to plunder
and to captivate her wants
Fingers nimbly dancing
Squeezing
Marauding her luscious curves
Then I thumb her
delicate pink pearl
into blushing
submission
